“You look so hot,” Heather cooed appreciatively.“If you say so.”“That’s going up on the wall in my bedroom,” she added.“Mine too,” I...agreed.“So what’s the plan today?” she asked me, once we’d cleaned up the supplies.“Do you still want to hear my band?”“Definitely.”“Okay, I’ll call them and see if they can come at two, instead of tonight.”“Can’t wait to hear you play.”“Don’t get too excited. Like I told you, Bruno probably won’t want to sing. You might just end up listening to a bunch of riffs. But now things were different. Now Ann performed this ritual for no real purpose. Stopping to look at the orange sun peeking over the distant hills Ann thought to herself, ‘Christmas Eve and no word from Jake in over a month.’ Jake was a member of the National Guard and had been mobilized for the insanity, ‘Iraqi Freedom’. Why? Why send our men off to fight a war in a land where we are not wanted? Why allow our young men to die to overthrow a leader we know nothing about? Why take Jake to die. "See? All prim and proper daddy."His eyes widen as he sees the tiny pink g-string pulled right up in between the lips of my pussy."Hardly prim and proper Sandy," he says in a voice that's suddenly gone rather hoarse. "You might as well not bother with them at all!" Okay daddy, if you say so."Before he realises what I'm doing, I've pulled the g-string down to just below the hem of my skirt."Oh, look, daddy," I point to his computer screen where there's a picture of a young girl wearing a school. .." Negotiating, are we?" Asked Chris."Well, I haven't seen a handsome young man masturbate in front of me before." Wondered Teresa."Me neither." You want me to masturbate for you?" Why not?" answered the voluptuous Chris."Yeah, come on, go on." Urged skinny Teresa.I didn't think I had much choice in the matter. I wasn't so bad, after all, I was doing it on my own.The situation was still weird. I mean, I'm in my office, I'm sitting on a chair with my dick out of my fly in front of two fully.